A German sniper shot Lt George Butterworth, of the 23rd Division 
                  the 13th Durham Light Infantry through the head on the night 
                  of 5 August 1916 during the battle of the Somme. With his death 
                  he became one of the “lads who will never be old”, to quote 
                  Housman, and one of those composers about whom speculation as 
                  to their subsequent development was rife. This kind of supposition 
                  is futile, but with such a loss, one is bound to mourn and wonder. 
                  At the time of his commission he was seen as one of the brightest 
                  talents in British music, and even though his output is slender 
                  - he destroyed many of his works - it’s easy to understand why. 
                  This disk contains his complete vocal music with piano – for 
                  the rest of his works, there’s three orchestral works and a 
                  song cycle, Love Blows as the Wind Blows, for baritone 
                  and string quartet (subsequently orchestrated). He is one of 
                  the handful of composers about whom one can say his total output 
                  is perfect with not a note out of place. 
                  
                  As a young musician, just out of college, I gave a number of 
                  recitals, with a fantastic pianist, and, as often as possible, 
                  we performed the Six Songs from A Shropshire Land, so 
                  I have a very personal interest and involvement with this work. 
                  To say that it’s the greatest song-cycle in the English language 
                  is no understatement. With a Webern–like concision, years before 
                  Webern commenced the total serialisation of his music, Butterworth 
                  penetrates to the very core of Housman’s slight poems, and fills 
                  them with a strength and poignancy lacking in all other Housman 
                  settings I know – and there are many. Published in 1896, Housman’s 
                  poems were intended to resonate with the feelings brought about 
                  by the First Boer War (1880/1881) and seem to presage the Second 
                  Boer War (1899/1902), However, Butterworth’s death, among too 
                  many others, not to mention his heartbreaking settings, have 
                  lead many to believe that the poems were written some twenty 
                  years later. Certainly, emotionally, they appear perfectly to 
                  reflect the feelings of that later time. Surprisingly, the cycle 
                  hasn’t had as many recordings over the years as one would have 
                  thought. My favourites are Roy Henderson’s 1941 version and 
                  John Carol Case’s fine 1976 disc, for Pearl; this is almost 
                  as fine; what puts the disk ahead of them is the coupling. Williams 
                  is a singer who has impressed me more and more since I saw, 
                  and heard, him in Opera North’s production of Peter Grimes 
                  a couple of years ago. He has intelligence and insight, understands 
                  the musical line, displays marvellous breath control, and his 
                  diction is magnificent. This latter is handy as there are no 
                  texts in the booklet. 
                  
                  The simple folksong arrangements are split into two groups, 
                  either side of the Bredon Hill set and the three separate 
                  songs. They are given in a straightforward way, with no attempt 
                  to “interpret” them, as befits the simplicity of the originals. 
                  The accompaniments are equally simple. I can understand why 
                  Butterworth, after writing the Six Songs from A Shropshire 
                  Land, would wish to set more Housman, but good as they are, 
                  Bredon Hill and Other Songs don’t reach the ecstatic 
                  heights of its companion cycle. These are more consciously concert 
                  “art” songs, lacking the folksong effortlessness of the earlier 
                  set. 
                  
                  Quite simply this is a great disk of great music in very fine 
                  performances. If I have a complaint at all, it is that Williams 
                  fails to vary his tone colour as much as one would like, making 
                  everything sound too alike, and he misses the great interpretive 
                  challenge of the final song of the Six Songs from A Shropshire 
                  Land – Is my team ploughing? – a conversation between 
                  a ghost and his best friend. That said, this is a disk well 
                  worth having. The recording is good but the notes are perfunctory. 
                  
                  
                  Bob Briggs
                  
                  see also review by Jonathan 
                  Woolf